Runi's Listen and Write pt.2

"I put my iTunes on shuffle and wrote a story based on whatever song that came on. When the song stopped, I stopped writing. Didn't edit the story except for typos and grammar mistakes, so these might be crap to you. Did it 5 times then I became tired and it became harder to do. lol. but hey, at least i tried :)" -Sindro


1. Rolling In The Deep - Adele

"I don't know what you're doing, still hanging out with her. You know how I feel about this", send text, text sent, wait.

Beep beep. "Right. I'm sorry."

Idiot, you're not. I know.

"You're not. I know", send text, text sent, wait.

Beep beep. "If you say so."

Eff. Don't pull this on me. Not now.


"Why you being a jerk?", send text, text sent, wait.

Nothing. Uh-oh.

"I'm sorry, it's just you know how bad this makes me feel. Why would you see her when you knew how it made me feel?", send text, text sent, wait.

Nothing. Darn. I should stop. Sleep on it. Make space. Give time. I know.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry, and I love you", send text, text sent, wait.

Nothing. Should've stopped. Slept on it. Made space. Given time. Should've known.

But the mess has been made. I pick up the baseball bat that you've left behind in my bedroom with the rest of your baggage. Start the engine, and go to your place.

Time to clean up the mess.

2. Radioactive - Kings of Leon

The boy sat in his cubicle, listening to songs after songs, while trying to get works done. He could've sworn the paperclips on his desk drummed away to the beat of the song. He shook his head off the daydream. But it didn't stop there. He was pretty sure the small stapler and the big stapler clapped some gospels. And the plastic flower that dances to solar energy sang the solo, and it reminded him of his grandmother. And her advices.

"Dance your steps away. Sing your words and mean it, good Lord, please, you have to mean it. Kiss your smiles to the ones who deserve it. And boy, love every touch you make, color every day you see, and just leap, boy, take the leap. And fly!"

The boy couldn't deny it anymore. The keyboard and the pens went clickity-click to the melody. He tapped his finger on the desk, trying to join the orchestra. The pencils swayed left and right and occasionally clapped, as if they were the church choir.

The boy stood up, swayed excitedly, and clapped, and clapped, and clapped to the music. The boy turned around, walked away from his cubicle, went to the door to leave, to never look back.

And the boy lives.